Seven Random Things About Me

I was tagged by G at Big Apple to Big Bear to write another meme making the rounds, seven random things about me. Because the cartoon I drew for yesterday’s class and thought I’d post here today didn’t turn out so well, I decided to do the meme today instead. Too bad I’ve lost any inclination I ever had to draw good cartoons. Getting old makes me lazy! As an assignment we were to draw a cartoon character and fashion a hat for it from odds and ends around the house to signify the 500th hat of Bartholomew Cubbins. (Dr. Seuss’s first published book THE FIVE HUNDRED HATS of Bartholomew Cubbins)  So instead of my tacky cartoon character, here’s what you get instead:

(1) Since G (above) lives in Berlin, I was reminded of my visit to Berlin in the late 1990’s. It was around this time of year and I remember it rained a lot and was quite a dreary city overall. Hubby and I stayed in a B&B hostel and rode the buses and trains everywhere. In every one of my travels abroad I’ve noticed how easily people can tell who the Americans are. It’s our clothes! I like bright colors, and because I’d just come from a week in India where it was hot, I had mostly summer clothes with me. Lots of white slacks and bright colored kurtas and blouses and sandals. Everywhere I went, people were dressed only in dark colors, mostly black. I might as well have painted a sign on my back. AMERICAN! but I had a great time anyway. I loved the big department store restaurants popular for afternoon cake and tea. The parks were luscious, the museums superb, I especially enjoyed Saturday morning at the Turkish outdoor market. AND Hubby and I fell asleep during a performance of the Berlin Symphony (jet lag).

(2) I have a bad habit of doing the laundry and a million other things at the same time. That often means bringing the clothes up from downstairs and carefully folding them over the dining room chairs so as not to wrinkle until I can get them folded. Then I get too pooped from everything else I’m doing and they often stay there for a day or two until I get around to folding and putting them away. It’s an awful habit made all the easier because there are seldom visitors to our house during the week. I get away with it because I CAN! (Today’s laundry is waiting there for me right this minute!)

(3) I started taking writing courses at Ohio U in 1987. One of the first things I ever wrote was a children’s book that I called A KITE FOR BALU about a small boy in India and his infinite patience waiting for a kite to fall from its tangled resting place in the tree outside his grandmother’s home. It was the first thing I ever sent out to a publisher. Lo and behold, it initiated some interest and the editor pitching it asked me if I could rewrite it for a different age group. Well, I didn’t know enough about writing at the time but I said I would and did. But it was turned down, and I could certainly understand why. It had lost the charm and the flavor of whatever worked so well in the first version. I think back and know that it’s good it was turned down; otherwise I might have gotten cocky and quit going to school to learn how to write.

(4) I hate to cook! For about eighteen years I cooked essentially two meals, one meatless for Hubby who’s a vegetarian who doesn’t care much for vegetables or fruit unless they’re cooked to death, another with meat for the girls growing up, so they would be invited to friends for dinner without worry. I used to like baking, but since we moved to a high altitude here along the Wasatch I haven’t yet re-mastered my baking technique. Now that he’s retired and home 24/7, it sometimes feels like food is on my mind constantly. I married him for better or for worse but not for lunch! Poor Hubby. He puts up with me. He’s a saint. (But don’t tell him I said that!)

(5) I like people, but I have to admit that sometimes I like animals more. If I were filthy rich I’d buy a huge facility where I could take in all the homeless animals in the world and take care of them. the way I see it people make messes of their own lives, but too many animals have to put up with the mess humans make of their lives. I worry about wild animals and those who don’t have homes or have bad keepers. I keep a little two-story carpet-covered “apartment” thingie outside below the upper deck so the cat that runs around the neighborhood all winter will find a warm place to sleep when it snows. Hubby says they let him inside at night, but I’m not so sure!

(6) When I visited my mother-in-law in India for the first time she didn’t know what to do with me. For a highest caste Brahmin such as she I was an untouchable you see, and I knew from the stories Hubby had told me that as soon as we left, she’d probably be scrubbing the benches I’d sat on while I was there. So he told her I was an American Brahmin. I couldn’t touch her, yet she was adamant about preparing food for me to eat while there to show her hospitality for her infidel daughter-in-law. I don’t think it was for my benefit at all, but I noticed she had a picture of Jesus Christ, the one with the beating heart on the chest, in a frame on the wall. There was also a portrait of Hubby’s deceased father as a young man. They were the spitting image of each other (Hubby and his father, not Jesus).

(7) I’d rather read or write or tell stories than eat when I’m hungry, which only exacerbates the situation of which I speak in item #4. In fact when I’m doing any one of those things I often forget to eat unless Hubby reminds me it’s time! And now it’s time to stop just because I’ve shared seven random things already. But I could go on and on. Aren’t you glad I’m limited to seven?

Thanks G. This turned out to be both easy and fun, and fast too. Now I’ll pass the gauntlet to another of my new young blogger friends on Strawberry Mountain. How about it Monni? Seven things! And if anyone else reading this is hankering to give it a go, please be my guest!

11 thoughts on “Seven Random Things About Me

  1. Alice, May I be one of the first and most enthisuiastic volunteer in your animal facility? One of my favorite memories is our cats’ vet who during one of their routine exams, showed me an abandoned newborn field mouse that she was incubating in her bra! I probably will not go that far. Grace

  2. Alice, seven things you don’t know about me:
    1. As a child, I was very very shy. hard to believe, I know.
    2. I took tap and ballet lessons and piano lessons as a child. I know, hard to believe.
    3. I love to cook. Pasu, don’t go there!
    4. I would love to jump out of a plane, with a parachute, some day, soon.
    5. My IQ is 138. I know, I know, hard to believe.
    6. I hate sitting in the back seats of cars. Can’t see where I am going, plus, I love to drive!
    7. I would love to be able to scuba dive. What an amazing world exists under and around us!

    Did I get it right, did you know any of those?

  3. Grace, you’ll be the first I call (when I get that filthy couple of million). Nice to know you’re still around. I agree that incubating in your bra would be a little extreme, but my how colorful your vet must be! And I wouldn’t require you to be that dedicated. But if she’s that caring, she must be a great one to watch over the cats. Thanks for sharing that.

    And Adrienne, YOU should be the one blogging. You kept your list to a small number of words. I’m not terribly disciplined that way. Yes, I knew # 4 and knowing about some of your recent trips I know that #7 is not far fetched, but all the others are new to me. As for #3, we’ll be by for dinner on our way to California later this spring! How’s that!?

  4. Oh, delightful, delightful. You leave me smiling again. I not only hate cooking but laundry too. We solved some of the laundry folding problem by hanging up everything except underware and towels. I wash; I fold; he carrys the baskets of stuff up two flights of stairs. He carrys the hangers too. 🙂

  5. What fun random things about you! You have led an interesting life … what I know of it! You I have been sitting thinking what I would write and then thought … “Doh, why not just write them then?”” So I’ll put them on my blog.

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  7. I really enjoyed reading this. That story you wrote sounded lovely. Maybe it’s time to resurrect it.
    And I really enjoyed the story about your mother-in-law. Wow, such a different culture.

  8. Thanks Grandam Henke and Terri both for your comments. Grandma, I’ll be by later to read your seven facts, and remember that last line of the post? “anyone else reading this is hankering to give it a go, please be my guest!” See, you were invited! And Terri, it is a different culture but if I’m to believe my Indian sisters-in-law (and why would I not?), M-I-L claimed I was her favorite daughter-in-law years later. And why not? I couldn’t speak the language; therefore did not disagree with her, and she couldn’t tell me what I should do. It worked very much to my advantage. She and my sister died within a day or each other. My sister DID speak my language and used to argue with me and boss me when we were growing up. Do you suppose maybe the two of them are somewhere comparing notes on me now?! Oops! I think I’m in trouble in the hereafter already!

  9. Hi Alice- I posted a link to your post on my post (is that cyclical?). I can’t understand why you had a problem- I don’t restrict posting. Did you click the OpenID button? That should allow you to post as anyone at all, I think.

    I’m “down” to one cat right now, and I kidnapped him in from the wilderness as a feral stray.
    : I know just how you feel.

    Come visit Berlin again! I’m going to the Turkish Market at Maybachufer next Tuesday whenthe kids are back in school and I can get out of here: I’ll think of you.

  10. the reason that she had a picture of Jesus Christ was that most Hindus do not feel threatened by other religions and consider prophets of other religions good men worthy of respect. In our family we always had a lot of respect for priests of any religion as it is assumed that they are unselfish and nonmaterialistic. Also, both my sisters went to a catholic high school and my brother and I went to a Jesuit college and no one worried about indoctrination by catholics.

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